His Finest Hour

His handgun out before him, the gunman ordered,

“Give me your wallet or I'll blow your head off.”

“Go ahead” The victim said. “I’m dying of cancer and I don’t want my family to have to go through all that. Let me go out heroically. It will be my finest moment.”

“Don’t mess with me, man. I ain’t foolin around.”

Reaching into his pocket slowly, the victim removed his wallet.

“I’m not messing with you. I watched my mother die. It was horrible. So be merciful. Wait! Weren’t you my student?”

The robber fired.